Hudson: Won't you be my neighbor?

Thursday

Basic human goodness, decency and care are still and will always be, the values that our nation and world must embody: to be our best, for and with each other.

“Imagine what our real neighborhoods would be like if each of us offered … just one kind word to another person.” — Fred Rogers

He most certainly is not the kind of cultural hero we’d expect to find these days, in the rough-and-tumble and oh-so-hard-and-sharp-elbowed world of 2018. He’s actually kind of geeky, clad in a brown or blue or even bright orange zip-up cardigan, knit by his mother. His footwear is old-school penny loafers and lace-up tennis shoes. The first thing he does to greet us as he comes through the door is to sing! Instead of speaking in a loud or threatening voice, he always talks to us quietly, deliberately and gently. As we listen, it is as if we are the only person in the whole world at that moment. Most amazing, when he does make or take a public stance or teach some life lesson through his TV show, he always does so with kindness and humility.

It’s Fred Rogers of course, or Mister Rogers, as those of us of a certain age remember him, the creator and host of “Mister Rogers Neighborhood,” a children’s show that debuted 50 years ago this month. Mister Rogers was the caring man who’d visit us each afternoon on our local public TV channel and then for one hour transport us to the land of make believe. A land for the young and the young at heart. A land where we were reminded by him every single show, that each of us, and every last child of God, is unique and loveable, no matter what our station in life. Or race or gender. Or ability or disability. He reminded us that the world is a good place. That we belong here. That we belong to each other, every single soul on God’s earth.

Though Rogers died in 2003 at age 74 from cancer, he’s enjoying a renaissance this summer, as the subject of a beautiful and heartfelt documentary now showing in theaters, “Won't You Be My Neighbor?” Friends: run, don’t walk, to see it, because in a short 94 minutes, this biographical and thoughtful examination of Rogers’ life and legacy to America’s children and America, reminds us of one basic spiritual truth. Something that’s so easy to forget in this time of Twitter wars and social rudeness and indecency and mean spiritedness on the part of so many of our so called “leaders” and even fellow citizens.

Basic human goodness, decency and care are still and will always be, the values that our nation and world must embody: to be our best, for and with each other. Kindness, though it does not always “win,” is the key to the most meaningful of lives for each of us and all of us, together. Forget this Rogerian truth, and we are doomed to an ever-downward spiral of communal hard heartedness and social Darwinism, every man and woman and child for themselves, on their own. Alone. That’s a cold and cruel neighborhood.

But when we remember just what Mister Rogers taught us? We just may have a chance as a country and neighbors to save this land. To inspire each other through love, to be our better angels, our best selves. As a cultural leader and sage, that's what most marked Rogers’ life and ministry. (Rogers was an ordained Presbyterian minister.) He made us want to be good. He showed us might does not make right, that in fact, doing the right thing is what makes right.

And he always did so above and beyond any human divisions. It’s interesting to note that Rogers was not that flashy of a guy in his private life, for all his cultural fame. He was married to the same woman, Sara, for 51 years. A lifelong registered Republican, Rogers neither drank nor smoked, and he swam every day of his life to keep in shape. But those labels, all human labels, meant nothing to him nor his philosophy. Everyone in his imagined neighborhood was welcomed, no one ever left out or left behind. Especially the young, the vulnerable, the children.

I know this vision of kindness is not selling well right now in our cynical and snarky and uncivil times. But something tells me Mister Rogers would still encourage us to keep on trying and to keep on loving. After all, who can say no to this one gracious invitation: “Won't you be my neighbor?”

That I absolutely will, Mister Rogers. And thanks again for teaching us of the goodness in ourselves and in others and in this sometimes broken world. After all, God’s Creation is and will always be, just one big neighborhood.

The Rev. John F. Hudson is senior pastor of the Pilgrim Church, United Church of Christ, in Sherborn (pilgrimsherborn.org). If you have a word or idea you’d like defined in a future column or have comments, please send them to pastorjohn@pilgrimsherborn.org or in care of the Dover-Sherborn Press (Dover-Sherborn@wickedlocal.com).